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(With much help from Robert Good,… John Milton, and little Catherine… Shall I compare her to a summer p… She is too clever, too devious, to… Her lies are rare, but then she pa…
Come, let us rejoice in James Joy… king, and king of poets For he is our poor dead king, he i… he is the veritable King of the K… The English of the life of the ci…
Poem Faithful to your commands, o… Beating wings, I studied the roses and the muses of reality… the deceptions and the deceptive e… and all the greened and thomed var…
THE MIND IS AN ANCIEN… The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is a capita… Like Rome, ruined and eternal, Marked by the monuments which no o…
Socrates ghost must haunt me now, Notorious death has let him go, He comes to me with a clumsy bow, Saying in his disused voice, That I do not know I do not know,
(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a b… To hook the nimble darting summer… The glazed and brittle palaces pul… And glitter. Summer’s garden sway…
(After Rilke) Spring has returned! Everything h… The earth, just like a schoolgirl,… Poems, so many poems.... Look, sh… So many famous poems, she has earn…
Nothing is given which is not take… Little or nothing is taken which i… freely, truly and fully. “You would not seek me if you had… true of all that is supremely desi…
Old man in the crystal morning aft… Your throat swathed in a muffler,… Figure building the snow man which… For the grandchild’s target, do you know
By circumstances fed Which divide attention Among the living and the dead, Under the blooms of the blossoming… The gaze which is a tower towers
I should have been a plumber fixin… And mending pure white bathtubs fo… (who scorned all lies, all liars,… And then, perhaps, he would bestow… (O modesty aside, forgive my falle…
In the slight ripple, the fishes d… Like fingers, centrifugal, like wi… Wanton. And pleasures rise as the eyes fall Through the lucid water. The smal…
Calmly we walk through this April… Metropolitan poetry here and there… In the park sit pauper and rentier… The screaming children, the motor-… Fugitive about us, running away,
What is to be given, Is spirit, yet animal, Colored, like heaven, Blue, yellow, beautiful. The blood is checkered by
I Aria “—Kiss me there where pride is gli… Kiss me where I am ripened and ro… Kiss me wherever, however, I am s… (Let the bell be rung as long as…